There is a time of reckoning in all our lives.
My mother’s life had been destroyed by the Garland legend.
When I got a call from Los Angeles to do the Tonight Show, I considered it more of an inconvenience than an opportunity.
I used drugs as a social activity; a way to have fun with friends.
In June 1968, five days before my mother’s forty -sixth birthday, the world fell apart again. Sirhan Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy, who died the next day. Why were people shooting all the Kennedys? Had the country gone mad?
Fabio kept asking me out, but I knew we’d never get his ego through the door.
I was born in a blender.
When I look back at The Judy Garland Show, I have such mixed feelings. It broke my mother’s heart when they canceled it.
People come up to me as I leave the stage after a performance and tell me tey saw my mother onstage with me every time I sing. I keep a sense of humor about it.
Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.
When your parent is a public idol, you never really have a chance to lay that parent to rest.
Studio 54 made Halloween in Hollywood look like a PTA meeting.